Your Perspective

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I gasp when I feel his hands wrap around my waist. The first grip brings me shock, but later, seeing the mischief in his eyes, I giggle. His head swoops into the crook of my neck, and my cheek rests on his head as I squeal from the tickling feeling he emerges.

Jin is kissing me, at bed-n'-breakfast, in a new room, with a new dress on.

Having vacation for two days, Jin made it evident he wasn't going to be chilling around the dorm often, to the boys. Taehyung was no longer with him and tagging along. This weekend, this weekend consisted of nothing but Jin an me. Only us, and it was a romantic adventure, in a town I couldn't even remember to pronounce. I feel safe here, I feel safe in his arms.

He barely covers his face with a mask around me anymore. Not in this place. Not in this fairy-tale-like two days.

"Mmm," I moan, trying not to giggle when he starts to use his teeth while teasing my neck, "We sure are missing your band member. Would've been more fun to have him around." I tease, he stops, glaring at me.

Jin still has his glasses on from the proper lunch date this morning. He drove me around the shops, held my hands until it drenched with both our sweats, and twirled me around playfully when I'd walk off too far. He made a dog joke when scolding me, but his eyes were playful, free, and enjoying our time.

No man looks at me ever, the way Jin looks at me.

My heart ranges to one answer, when questioning my feelings towards him. One answer.

This answer rules more than just liking him, and I see the changes from the way I softly catch myself staring his way. Wanting to make him laugh, wishing for him to confide in me, or craving the trust he so carelessly brings.

I break away from my thoughts when Jin chuckles. "When we got home, it didn't take him time to come out and tell everyone. I saved myself from any more social-disasters by coming back to you here."

"They didn't ask where you were going?"

"They did."

"What did you say?" I whisper.

Jin smiles a tiny bit. "I made it clear I was going out to have fun alone for a few days," his eyes then find mine, "...I couldn't let them in on my secret of coming to see you. Not yet."

I smile when he emphasizes the last of his phrases. Smiling, I lean in to peck his lips, hugging his torso that lays in a cozy turtleneck before me. We're fully clothed, fooling around, giggling and speaking – this has been the entire getaway. He's treats me well and has fun with me without peeling my clothes off – another healthy interaction with a man that I never thought to experience.

Jin cups the side of my face, moving my hair from my eyes, as he kisses my urging lips with care. He's sweet and gentle, I thoroughly allow him to kiss me without any interruptions from my heart that wobbles in my chest.

He pulls away, his thumb brushing my cheek while I keep my eyes closed.

I breathe in his face. It comes out shaky when whispers trail, "How much are they really asking from you?"

I don't open my eyes.

"What?" I hear the confusion in his words.

"Sarah and Duke. What's the real figure?" I want to know. I know it's a lot, and I fear it's more than I think it is.

I don't open my eyes.

"It doesn't matter...I've got it under control." Jin's thumb taps my cheek before grazing my skin again. Even with such serious tones of questions, he tries to soothe me and that makes my heart ache for him and our situation more.

"Tell me."

"Trust me."

I frown.

Jin chuckles.

"The money doesn't matter okay?" he murmurs, wanting me to look at him and not shy-away under my eyelids that close. "All that matters is that you're safe, away, and with me." His hand leaves my cheek, his finger trailing down the curves of my neck that sucks in from the touches.

He makes me feel things, and its visually explicit – obvious for him to manipulate and distort – his smile at my reactions I can sense.

"What can you tell me?" I ask, there is slight bitterness at my tongue.

I finally open my eyes.

Jin smirks largely when hearing the annoyance. Leaning over and deeply pecking my lips again, I don't flinch away, playing with the tops of his turtleneck while I cup his jaw. Now I'm feeling his cheek, soothing him under my touch. He looks to my eyes and says, "Namjoon's still worried about the mystery girl missing...it's starting to worry me as well."

"Tea told me on Sarah missing too," I relate, "...it's weird knowing that your band mate's girl seems to have gone missing the same as Sarah."

"Any news on Sarah?"

I shake my head. "I wouldn't know since I've been away for so long," I explain, my hand now still on his warm cheek, "but I do know of the rumours regarding the girls following Cya to go on a hunt-out. They're going to try and find her."

Jin nods. He is soft while listening to me speak. His attentiveness is what I struggle to get used to. In all the years I screamed for help, attention, sympathy, and love, this boy before me brings all in such short periods of times – it's genuine, this is Jin's heart. He's a good man. I struggle to see if his mind sees me as a good woman...

My mind is broken, yet again from his touches. Jin smiles when I finally catch his eyes again, the silence in the comfy room taken its course. We lay on pillows that are warm and fluffy, the colour scheme of the beautiful room stays red, like Jin's cheeks, that get used to the cold of wind outsides our windows; or the lavished touches I have him blush to.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile when he rubs my back. "Hi," I say, smiling when his torso moves closer, nose nuzzling mine.

"Is it wrong for me to like you in clothing I buy?" Jin asks, grinning when forming a tender, longing embrace for good.

"You've got to stop treating me like I'm the lead from 'Pretty Woman'," I giggle.

Jin breathes in a chuckle at that, rolling his eyes from sudden remark. "I didn't mean for it to come off that way, I-"

I laugh louder. "Aw! No no, I don't  take the pampering offensively!" I hug him tighter, afraid he'll leave me if I loosen my grips. "I find it adorable you like seeing my legs from the dresses you purchase." I peck his lips, cock my head to rest on him, and watch his blushing cheeks flourish.

Touching the blood-rush on his cheeks, I wipe away at his bone structure, poke the rim of his circular glasses, and then go back to grazing his smooth skin that glosses from the slight sunlight still prevalent in outside. I flutter my eyes closed, with my lips puckered for a kiss.

Jin takes my mouth, moving his hand up so he can cup my cheek back while kissing me. Instead, his awkwardness infuses, and he is stuck mid-air, fingers shaking while hesitantly bringing his hand to my side.

I smile to myself but know he feels it at his mouth as I take my hand, hover over his, and guide his long fingers to roof over my butt. The dress covers most of what can be felt, but I help his fingers contract and make dents into my masses.

Jin's blushing intensifies. He doesn't open his eyes as he continues to kiss me, arching and leaning his heads with different tilts. His hand stays on my backside because of my demanding, suggestive hand that hovers over his palms—which grip my skin and underwear.

The red fabric of the dress scrunches in his hands when he grabs, my bottom lip quivers when he does.

We're both on our sides, both wanting to roll on top of each other, but none move to defeat as we stay glued, tangling our legs in similar ways we do our tongues.

"We should stop," Jin weakly suggests in midst his wet kisses, winning the battle for dominance as he flings to hover over me.

His hand no longer roughly grabs my reddening cheeks, but instead the pillow I lay on now.

"Yes," I whisper within the wet kisses that crave much more, "Yes, we should stop."

I moan when he whispers sweetness into my ears and plants butterflies on my neck.

"You're so beautiful."

I moan as a response to him.

He grunts, alive at his jeans and I feel him hit my inner thigh. "So sexy."

I'm wanting to smile but I'm lost in the feelings of his lips. Jin's lips, lips lips. His kisses!

My hands creep under his turtle neck, Jin shivers a little, grunting by my jaw again.

"Thank you for bringing me here." I'm breathing those words out, he's caught my tongue from making much noise.

"Hm."

"You're the sweetest," my breath hitches when I feel his cold belt grind between my thighs, "- sweetest man I've ever-" I can't finish my words, I'm a harshly breathing mess.

Why do his kisses affect me so?

I can't breathe normal around him daily, now with his lips on my skin that burns, I can't find my lungs to exist – these feelings scare me but make me smile. I'm smirking now, head arching back and allowing Jin's access to my neck more. I want him, I want him more and more he's around.

We're on the verge of losing all control.

I want him.

We're almost there.

Jin! I moan but don't say his name.

He starts to unbuckle his belt in haste.
I'm preparing with my heaving chest,
to slide my underwear's front to the side so he may enter.

We're almost there.

We're almost there.

We're almost-

Jin's phone rings.

We're breathing hard, our chests still wild. But now our minds and intentions are tamed and grounded.

I catch Jin's eyes,
he catches mine.

"It's probably no one." He leans in to kiss me again, but I see the stress suddenly in his eyes. His phone hasn't rung at all since he's been with me...

Jin's lips kiss mine, my eyes don't close as I push his chest lightly to meet my eyes again. "What?" he asks softly, concerned for my distance from his touch. I smile, notifying him that there is nothing wrong. "It's okay to take the call if you're worried."

Jin swallows hard, staring at his phone that still rings. "I've only got a few more hours here with you before I head back, they can wait a bit more."

"Jin," I scold, playful with my eyes, "Either you pick it up or I answer."

Jin tries not to smile. Allowing my hands to massage and travel his skin under his sweater, I watch him talk into the phone. "Hello?" he says, staring at me as he speaks to another. My hands don't leave his skin, hugging.

His face softens. It isn't an expression for reassurance. There's something wrong, so my eyes fill with concern while I take my hands that rubbed his skin away. I embrace him loosely from outside his sweater, watching him sort out a situation I know none about.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll uh-" He stares at me as he says the next words, "I'll be right over, as soon as I can."

I nibble my bottom lip at that. It saddens me because I know he'll have to leave now, but what I'm more worried for is what stresses him out suddenly. Watching him sit up, away from my delicately composed body that once lay under him, I fix the straps to my dress as he's already getting up from the bed.

"Okay, okay, just-" he freezes for a moment, whoever is on the other line is clearly worried with rambling, "Yes, yes, Namjoon. Just. Just give me a sold 2-ish hours and I'll be back at the dorm in no time."

I move from my bottom lip, to nibbling on my inner cheek instead.

"Take care, okay?" With that concerned remark, Jin leans the phone away from his ear.

He doesn't turn around.
I wonder what his face looks like.
Does he have his eyes open?
Is his mouth opened from shock of something?
...or is he defeated with eyes shut, mouth sealed, and mind elsewhere entirely.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice coming out awkward.

Jin sighs. He breaks from his thought processes as he turns to face me with saddened eyes again. "I don't know yet. Namjoon says he's got some leads towards the drama revolving around his girl...there's other stuff he didn't want to talk about over the phone, so he's asking for me to come home earlier than I planned."

I nod.

Jin's eyes narrow, they're squinted. "I really don't mean to leave like this. These great days weren't supposed to end this way."

I can't help but smile at that. Of course, Jin would be the one to feel bad about being rushed away from an emergency. That makes my heart flutter as I wave him down, "It was amazing while it lasted," I speak genuinely, "...and it's not like this is the last you've seen of me, right? We've still got 3 to 4 days. I'll meet up with you at a hotel back in the city..."

Jin nods, curtly as he stares back at his phone.

I finish, biting at my lips for different reasons other than nervousness. "...and maybe we can finish what we started here."

Jin's head snaps up at that. I giggle, hugging my hands by my knees as I peek in embarrassment to catch his reactions. His awkwardness seems to be contagious, and I've found myself to follow his steps.

The man smiles sheepishly.

"Y-Yes, I'd like that."

"I know you would," is what I purr out.

The man cocks his brow, laughs a little and arches down to my levels so he could lastly kiss me. "I'll drop you to any hotel of your choice, on me again. Let me drive you down." He puckers his lips so he can meet mine.

I stare at his lips in the air. Not kissing it yet, I shake my head. "Not this time. You aren't spending anymore money on me."

His lips un-pucker. "But-"

"No buts," I mumble, "Contrary to popular belief, I do have money for at least one night at some fancy hotel." Then I laugh, "but only one night, if I stay longer and don't give up for some motel, then you can pay for me."

Jin smiles. "One night, fine. But no motels for you, I'd rather you stay at the dorm with me than at some motel where you wouldn't be safe." He's joking, but there is a twitch of fluttering beauty at my heart that makes me smile. I wish to blush.

"Fine."

"Fine," he puckers his lips again.

I lean up, cupping his cheeks as I slap my eyes closed.

"Don't worry about me. I'll get home," I huff out, devouring his clouding lips with my puckering ones; finally.

Jin's Perspective

"Don't worry about me. I got home."

I hear your sweet words greet me, and I try not to smile when I stand in my bedroom. I'm waiting for a sign to come out and crawl out to meet Namjoon that should be arriving any minute now.

When the others asked why I was back, I played oblivious and greeted them happily. Now, exhausted and not ready for a life-changing story, I wait for one that is: Namjoon's.

"I miss you." It's hard for you to say, I can tell. I'm a grinning mess when I hear the awkwardness in your voice. Wanting to tame your reactions and not make you feel out of place, I say my truth as well, "I miss you too."

You giggle. I love it when you laugh.

"We've only been away from one another for 4 hours."

"I miss you." You say it again, giggling again and the cute expressions you probably hold right now I imagine in my head.

You leave my call, I smile large as I feel like a school-boy finished talking to a crush.

There's a shout from outside my door.
Namjoon is home.

"Get home safe, yeah?"

You whisper sweetly, then you leave. I blink, and you're completely gone. Smiling to myself as I shove my phone back into my pocket, I go out into the living room space where the others gather.

Namjoon is home.
...and what he was home with, none of us, especially not me, expected.

"What?" I screech, loud.

Namjoon stays quiet. On the couch he sits, watching all of us pale to the news he's brought forth. My hands are sweating. I suddenly can't speak, walk, or hold myself together at all; even swallowing the spit that collects in my mouth is difficult.

"Wh-What," Jungkook stutters. I can't even turn my head to lean over and look at him – no matter how much I wanted to see that I wasn't the only one to be surprised by the news, the thought of a mysterious USB traveling around and existing paralyzed me. {"Perverted Hero", Chapter 14, reference}

I can feel that there is one person whose fears match mine. He speaks first, Yoongi speaks. "What does this USB hold?"

We wait for the leader. He takes his time with a response, "You aren't going to scold me on keeping this away from you all?" Now, I'm really worried.

"You've been threatened for months, have been dealing with blackmail, packages, and a strange USB that holds evidence against us individually," Hoseok spoke, alarmed yet voice calm. "We should be yelling, but I can't find my shock to be overpowered."

"If anything," Jimin spoke, bewildered, "We're just upset you faced this alone for so long..." There was a slight sadness to his face.

I can barely even hear any of them anymore. I zone out. I zone out on Namjoon talking about his independence. I zone out on him talking about his fears regarding the situation, and I zone out on him speaking to him needing us. He says he can't do this alone, yet here I am, zoned out permanently, lost in my own mind. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE ON THAT USB?

Yoongi's question that isn't answered runs in my brain. I swallow hard, combatting my awed state as I come forth and finally voice out, "What does the USB hold?" I repeat Yoongi, his tense exterior is the same as mine.

Namjoon takes a while to speak again. This isn't good!

I watch Namjoon begin with his explanations. "People had eyes out for Hobi's scandal with his girlfriend - well, now fiancee - and child." ["Accidental Father"]

Hoseok grins, letting out a great sigh of relief. "Well, I'm out of the clear. People know of that now."

The leader speaks again. My neck snaps to meet his mouth. I need to know what else is on it. I need to know, I need to know. "The rest of us, unfortunately, aren't as lucky," he says.

"How so?" I ask, unbelievably panicked. It's as if Namjoon notices me uneasy while he continues to talk about the other members. He mentions Jungkook and Jimin's questionable actions, then he speaks about his girl's abduction and the people behind the works of the USB. Jungkook asks if she's safe, but I'm barely focusing again – my head feels dizzy.

What happens next is not planned, Yoongi and I both hastily ask, "What else?"

Namjoon speaks on Taehyung's role. Taehyung, the poor boy realizes that there are private pictures of him without consent on the USB, and he runs to puke into the kitchen. I try to focus on the dreadful news of that but I can't, I'm too worried, I'm too worried for myself – never have I felt so selfish and in want to be aware of how closely I may have screwed up. I need to know, I need to know.

"Continue Namjoon-ah," I speak, reading Yoongi's mind who nods at me persisting.

The leader looks between me, then Yoongi. He does that for a long while before starting with Yoongi's secrets. He pulls them out hesitantly and leaves them out for all to hear in the air. The man says, "There is word that you," he points at Yoongi awkwardly, "That you might be getting married? I'm sure those are far-fetched."

Far-fetched is false my friend. I sigh, seeing Yoongi's face pale. This is his moment to come out with the truth and tell the others what has been bothering him, but he doesn't. "That isn't true," he debunks the rumour, "I was just visiting home and a few family friends—who happened to be female, were over." Everyone believes his lies, but I know his truth.

Now, fingers are on me. Namjoon states, "You...there are pictures of you coming out from a brothel?"

That's it. My panics and worries clash to one when I think of my initial worries being right.
My world ends today. Thank you for allowing me to exist so far. I'm crying on the inside.

Everyone has their eyes on me; widened. Shocked, curious, and highly confused they are. I open my mouth then close it when registering their gazes. I don't know whether to lie like Yoongi or not, nothing rolls off my tongue.

"Hyung, really?" Namjoon asks me. I feel trapped against a wall that clearly still gives me room to escape, but instead of escaping, I stupidly say, "It's a long story."

Everyone goes nuts over me not saying 'no'.

Jungkook with wide eyes goes, "WHAT HYUNG! WHEN DID YOU GET THE TI-"

Hoseok cuts him off, "How have you been able to hide such a thing from us?"

"You've been sleeping with prostitutes?!" Yoongi's voice screeches higher than everyone. That is a surprise, and I'm blushing harder – sure, I know Yoongi's secret, but now he knows mine as well.

Jimin and Taehyung's voice. Well, their voices are muffled echoes from where they stand in the kitchen. They screamed in confusion and shock as well, only to have Taehyung dry heave some more.

"I'll explain later-" I say, panicking.

"Now," Yoongi barks along with Hoseok who is amused, wanting everything out in the open.

I blush. I blush so hot, so red. I know for a fact that I'm never going to hear the end of this now and forever.